demon hunter at hogwarts

The older villagers of Little Hangleton also know to some extent that at the end of this remote road, there once lived an old homeless man named Marvolo Gunter.

No one wanted to visit them because the family was poor, lazy, and had a bad temper. They looked like crazy people and couldn't communicate at all.

Later, old Marvolo died, his daughter eloped with the Riddle son, and no one has seen her since.

And the son Morfin became an alcoholic, stayed in that house for more than ten years, and finally disappeared without explanation.

At first, some naughty children would go there to explore, but as more and more disappearances occurred, a rumor gradually spread among the villagers of Little Hangleton.

"The road leading to the Gunter family's shabby house is haunted."

Of course, it was not a real ghost, but a magic cast by Voldemort to protect his Horcrux hiding place from being disturbed.

Generally, Muggles who stray into the woods cannot reach the place where they can see the house, and they will be mercilessly devoured by the enchanted thorn bushes, leaving no trace of their corpses.

But Regulus could conclude that that level of defensive measures could not stop a capable wizard.

"How are you sure it was the Dark Lord who took that thing, and not someone else like you or me who found this place and stole it?"

"Because you thought of coming here to check after reading the memories of Bob Ogden and Morfin." Dumbledore said without looking back, "Others would never think of this place."

The old principal walked around the three rooms, trying to find some clues, pointing with his wand from time to time.

Regulus quietly looked at the Gaunt family's stove that had not been lit for decades. The old stains had turned black and the original color of the stove could no longer be seen. A rusty pot was thrown away casually. on top.

There once was a girl with an ordinary appearance and a weak character who stood here, cooking for her father and brothers every day, and allowed them to insult and beat her.

One day, she saw Tom Riddle, a handsome young man from the village, riding his horse and passing under the window, and she fell in love at first sight.

It was supposed to be a beautiful beginning of the story, but in the end it led to a tragic ending for countless people.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, that's his full name, and he knows it...I know it." Finally, Dumbledore walked back to the cracked floor and released several detection magics inside. Said, "The locations of the Gunter family's old house and the Riddle Mansion can be found out with a little effort. He may feel that it is no longer safe to put things here."

"So, if he goes to that cave next, he will find that someone has stolen his Horcrux?" Regulus asked quickly.

"It is very possible that with Voldemort's caution, he will definitely check these important things after he regains mobility." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he waved his wand, and a golden mist appeared in the room.

In the mist, Barty Crouch pushed the door open and after reciting a long string of spells, he opened the floor under their feet and took out a small gold box from inside.

"I guess this box contains Marvolo's ring." Regulus stared at Crouch's vision, which put the box in his pocket, put on his hood and left the old house. At this point, the fog dissipated.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"This magic is good." Regulus said again.

"If you have the chance, you should really see how Newt uses this magic. No matter what magical creatures are difficult to track, they can't escape his grasp." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Regulus couldn't help but think of the old magizoologist. He looked ordinary, but he was able to adventure around the world and observe various magical creatures at close range, while still maintaining the integrity of his limbs. This was a reflection of his strength. .

On the other hand, poor Professor Kettleburn, Dumbledore had to give him a new set of magical prosthetics every once in a while, so that he could walk normally and play with his favorite magical creatures.

"Rolfe told me that Mr. Scamander had raised venomous leopards, horned beasts and other things before. I still can't believe how he tamed the venomous leopards..." Regulus sighed with emotion. Said, "In comparison, the water monster and the horned beast are like docile kittens."

"I don't think the word 'tamed' is particularly appropriate." Dumbledore corrected, "Just like me and Fawkes, he was definitely not tamed by me, we are more like friends. I believe in Newt and his The relationship between living creatures is probably the same."

"Right."

The two left the Gaunt cabin.

Regulus casually closed the door with his wand, making a soft snap sound, but the broken door no longer had Morfin Gaunt's favorite dead snake adorning it.

Outside the house, the nettles and thorns that were once so lush and frightening have long been reduced to ashes under Dumbledore's magic.

Of course, it also includes those tangled ancient trees, which have been enchanted by Voldemort and will madly attack any life that tries to get close to the house.

Looking around at this moment, there was nothing all around, and the ancient dilapidated stone house stood abruptly on the scorched earth.

"What spell did you use just now? I didn't hear it clearly." Regulus asked.

"Well... Vulcan opened the way." Dumbledore hesitated for about a second before replying.

"Never heard of it." Regulus shook his head.

"Because I made up this name, I think it should be quite impressive." Dumbledore waved his wand again, and the charred earth suddenly surged up, along a crack that suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, toward The two sides were separated, the bottom soil was turned up, and the ashes were covered underground.

In this way, the surrounding area is no longer as devastated as a fire scene as before.

Regulus took a look at the place where the flames had once raged, which was about the size of four or five Quidditch pitches. Judging from the old headmaster's calm performance, it was far from reaching the limit of this magic.

If the scope were larger, it would be close to the war magic in ancient wizard legends that could burn down a village or town at will.

"The basics are the Fire Curse, and then the Transfiguration, right?" Regulus recalled the discussion he had with Professor Flitwick a few months ago, when Flitwick turned an ordinary Hurricane Curse into a spell of mass destruction. .

Dumbledore's spell is obviously more difficult, because the state of fire is different from that of wind, and it is even more difficult to control when trying to use transfiguration on it.

Of course, if applied properly, the power will become correspondingly more powerful.

"The vision is very keen. In fact, I also added some application of the separation spell. Have you heard of the story of Moses parting the sea?" Dumbledore said approvingly.

Regulus nodded. According to legend, the ancient wizard Moses borrowed the power of God to split the entire Red Sea and open a way for believers.

Valley</span> "I got some inspiration from the legend, but this little trick is not to separate an object..." Dumbledore pulled out his wand, and a small fire ball appeared on the ground. The pointed dance changes shape, "but separates 'me' and 'enemy'."

As the words fell, the fire ball turned into a wall of fire, and then split into two, separating Regulus and Dumbledore on both sides.

Regulus looked at the wall of fire, thoughtfully.

"I know what you want to ask, 'Why hasn't this kind of magic been passed down?' Right?" Dumbledore put away the wall of fire and said.

"Because...one generation of wizards is inferior to the other?" Regulus asked tentatively.

"That's Phineas's prejudice. We can think that Tom Riddle would have been an outstanding wizard even 1000 years ago." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, "You know, in the 17th century The scale of the city is completely different from that of today's cities. With the current population, magic on a large scale can easily get out of control and cause a large number of casualties. This kind of behavior is usually understood as preparing to declare war with the Muggle world. Someone once almost did it. The whole of Paris was on fire..."

Regulus had never been to Paris.He used the analogy of the size of London and finally concluded that it would be almost impossible to burn down Paris.

"You're not talking about yourself." Regulus raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I can't imagine anyone else who can do this. The Dark Lord... he prefers to use the Unforgivable Curse. , torturing his enemies one by one. He believed that burning his enemies to death a mile away would give him a greater sense of conquest than watching them struggle to die in front of him."

"Of course not... But that was a long time ago, and your parents were probably not even born yet..." Dumbledore looked around. The old Gaunt house stood alone on the land that had just been leveled, waiting to be demolished. A passing Muggle discovered it again.

Without the obstruction of those trees, one can clearly see Riddle House on the hillside and the village of Little Hangleton in the valley.

Seeing the once glorious but now gloomy and dilapidated house, Regulus suddenly remembered something.

He said to Dumbledore: "Sir, I just met an old Muggle in Little Hangleton. He said that some time ago, old Tom Riddle's grave was dug up."

"Oh?" Dumbledore seemed very interested in the news.

"I went to check and there was nothing in the tomb except the body of old Tom Riddle. However, the skull of the body was missing." Regulus described how he took advantage of the old gardener Frank Bryce to The scene in old Tom Riddle's tomb was secretly detected with magic when he was not paying attention.

"The skull and the ring were probably taken away together." Dumbledore immediately concluded.

"Is Old Tom's skull also a Horcrux?" Regulus looked very confused, "But I didn't feel any traces of protective magic around the tomb. If it is true... this would be too hasty. "

"I don't think so... You see, Salazar Slytherin's locket and Marvolo's ring both represent Voldemort's 'noble-blooded' ancestors. On the other hand, only these have a long history. And objects of great origin are those that Voldemort deems 'worthy' of being the container for his soul." Dumbledore began his analysis, "As for poor old Tom Riddle's head..."

"It only represents the Muggle bloodline that the Dark Lord is unwilling to mention, and it has no historical significance." Regulus took over, but the doubts in his tone did not lessen, "But if it is not a Horcrux, it would be like that What's the use of a skull? Should it be kept as a decoration at home?"

"I think there should be other uses. I'm old and I don't remember some things clearly. I need to go back and check again... Do you want to go on the road together?" Dumbledore asked, stretching out his left arm.

About a minute later, outside the main entrance of Hogwarts Castle.

Regulus turned pale, clutched his chest, and said with lingering fear: "Apparating twenty times in a minute is not good for the wizard's health..."

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"It's nothing."

The fireplace was burning, and the thick stone walls locked the warm air in the office and kept the cold outside the snow-covered castle.

Regulus hung the traveling cloak randomly on the wall and began to comb through the information he had obtained, trying to find a hint of inspiration from it to provide a new direction for searching for Horcruxes.

But soon, he gave up his efforts.

Because he found that, apart from the clues he got from Dumbledore, he knew very little about Voldemort himself.

Being able to steal Voldemort's locket basically depends on luck.

Because no one could imagine that Kreacher could actually escape from a cave full of Inferi and with various protective measures in place.

And when facing the most terrifying dark wizard in history, luck can only help him go so far.

He opened his briefcase, took out the textbook inside, and decided to temporarily return to being a qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

A magazine was brought out along with the stack of thick textbooks, with "The Quibbler" written on it.

Regulus remembered that this was confiscated from Rolf Scamander some time ago.

He opened the magazine and flipped through a few pages, only to find that most of the things published there were strange stories. For example, the reason why Cornelius Fudge was able to become the Minister of Magic was because he secretly controlled a team of "Hai Li". Opal's army.

This term confused Regulus.

According to the article, Black Leopard is a fiery creature, huge in size, that comes and goes like the wind, and can burn everything in its path to ashes, and there are a lot of eyewitness testimonies to prove their existence.

Regulus couldn't help but laugh. If this description of Heliopa was true, then Fudge didn't need to be afraid of Voldemort at all.

The magazine is not too thick, and there is a picture of a man printed on the third cover: long, marshmallow-like light-colored hair in messy locks, two unfocused eyes looking aimlessly at an unknown place in the upper left corner. There is a metal pendant on the chest.

The annotation below reads:

Editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler": Xenophilius Lovegood.

Regulus glanced at his photo and had an inexplicable feeling in his mind: the image of the editor-in-chief and the overall content of the magazine really matched well.

He closed the magazine and prepared to throw it into the trash.

But another thought struck his mind like lightning.

Regulus reopened the magazine, quickly turned to the photo page of Xenophilius, and locked his eyes on the metal pendant.